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  1. Tonight the feeling of an all-encompassing completion and safety is accompanied by soft puffs of air that ghost over his chilled skin; and the distant heartbeat that had been thrumming against his chest is still there; a steady thud-thump counterbalancing the ceaseless stomping of the sea outside.

    ...or maybe because his body remembers something Sting's mind and flesh have long forgotten.

    FUCK this is beautiful. Your writing is so poetic and evocative, and I love every word of it. I can see everything playing out in my mind, and the world feels so real and desolate and desperate. It's incredible. <3

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